The following story is nothing short of pure fiction, it never happened in reality, and if anybody who reads this story can say otherwise, then the events within this story are purely coincidental to said actually occurring event.
I take no personal responsibility to whatever happens to readers of this story after they have... well obviously read it (kind of redundant, don't you think?) This applies to all laws and ordinances in your place of habitation.
I'm open to just about any kind of feedback from my stories except flame e-mails, and no I'm not talking about e-mails with magenta and hot pink colored themes. You know the kind I'm talking about.
Oh, and just for a serious note, this is obviously a fantasy world where diseases and viruses do not exist, so in real life, use your fucking head when it comes to sex with others. Be smart, and be honest.
Now that I've written the usual pre-story bullshit, on with the insanity!
~ From Inside a Fucked Up Mind ~ INK BLOTCHES PUBLISHING ink_blotches@yahoo.com
"The Geek Next To You" Materialized: September 16, 2005
Part One: Everyone Hated, You Didn't
Everybody cringed when he raised his hand, for they knew he was about to go into a long-winded answer to a simple yes or no question, yet you were happy to have him in class because the teacher would always pick him to answer the questions you didn't know the answers to. Everybody hated having him in their gym class for fear they'd be partnered with him, yet you would try to get your locker next to his. People picked on his somewhat thick-framed glasses, yet you found them attractive in the `almost stylish, but not quite' kind of way. They mocked him for his slight lisp, but you thought it was cute. He was the geek that everybody hated but you didn't.
No matter what school you went to, private or public, dress code or not, block schedule or periodic, it didn't matter. He was there, though it would be a different person. He could be addressed as Curtis, Spencer, Neil, Robbie, Stephen (not Steve or Steven), or even Douglas. He wasn't the fat Star Trek freak with the Spock ears, but was the thin and lanky one with the fantasy realm novel who ate at the same lunch table. He wouldn't say a word in History or English, would try to be invisible in Shop Class and Gym, and would be most animated during Math and Science.
He never had a backpack, but rather a briefcase, or would just carry his books and notepads in his arms making him an easy target for jocks and bullies to knock his shit on the ground, causing him to be on time for class rather than impressively early. He kept to himself and didn't speak much, not even at the lunch table filled with a wide assortment of other geeks. You'd look across the room at him and wonder why he would even sit at that table when you'd be willing to make room at yours, for you always sat with your best friend (always a female) and perhaps another fellow school queer or two, someone who you'd had a relationship or fling in the past with, but that's all, they weren't compatible relationship wise, but were a decent fuck.
For most, if not all of you, this would never change. The relationship' between you and the geek would never advance beyond this character introduction' phase. You'd see him get books knocked out of his arms, but would never help. He'd sit next to you in Chemistry class, but you'd never ask for a piece of paper. You got that locker next to his in gym class, and snuck a peek, but never saw anything beyond the briefs or boxer briefs he wore (always white mind you). The only time it went anything beyond that was in the far off realms of your fantasies and dreams.
But what if it didn't? What if, for two people, this was actually a reality? Then we could have a story, with a beginning, plot, climax, and ending, rather than just a quick fuck fest before your alarm clock right abruptly ended it as you were sliding your cock in his ass.
For our intents and purposes, it did, and I have a story for you.
Part Two: Meet Our Contestants
This is Ricky: sixteen years old, a junior in high school, co-captain of the varsity soccer team, 6'1", 139lbs, short and cropped blond hair, emerald-green eyes, both ears pierced with silver hoop rings in the cartilage as well as the lobes. His interests are shopping, reading classic novels of British and American literature, and volunteering for Habitat for Humanity every other Saturday. He holds a part time job at GAP, and when he's home, enjoys hanging out with his best friend Alicia and his former boyfriend James (it didn't really work out, but they're still good friends, though James has a bit of a problem with finding really bad guys to fuck around with in Ricky's opinion). He's openly gay, which nobody really gives a shit about at his high school because everybody else is too busy with their own lives to care, his family accepts it because they love their son to death, and his church accepts it because he attends the United Church of Christ each Sunday and helps teach the younger kids in Sunday school with Alicia. The only problem with Ricky is that he can't find that right guy.
This is Corey: sixteen years old, a junior in high school, and is the top student in the year with a grade average of 99.3% (fucking gym teacher, according to Corey). He's 5'6", weighs 113 pounds soaking wet, has short brown hair, and cobalt blue eyes to match his pale skin. His favorite set of books is the Lord of the Rings series by Tolken and owns various editions of the books, including the First Edition set (which he keeps in a fireproof safe). Corey is a vegetarian, and plans on attending UCLA Berkley in the future to study environmental law. Corey keeps to himself mostly and doesn't rely on others. He prefers the shade of a tree and calmness of nature than the hustle and bustle of the school cafeteria during lunch. Corey has two younger sisters who pester the hell out of him at home and don't shut up when he's studying, which is always for him and never for them. Corey enjoys learning new things constantly and experiencing the wonderful and different aspects of life whenever he can, though he would always take a pass on a new sport/game in gym class.
The two boys know nothing of each other except that they are thrice neighbors: at home, in Human Biology class, as well as lockers in gym class.
We now join our feature presentation, already in progress.
Part Three: The Partner Assignment
Oh please, oh please, oh please, please, please pick me to be his partner, he's smart and sexy, we'd be done in five minutes and have the rest of the time to fuck. Alicia's sitting left of me and is eyeing Michael Brooks sitting two rows in front of us. Actually, I believe she's staring at the two inches of boxers hanging out of the back of his tight jeans, what a fucking tease he is. Not really my thing to have my drawers hanging out of my pants, would rather let people think what's underneath, the mystery of the unknown is erotic enough. Speaking of which, Corey, sitting to the right of me, is a complete fucking enigma. Smart as fuck, cute as hell (in that dorky kind of way), and doesn't say a word unless it has to do with Quantum Physics or Advanced Calculus.
"Seriously honey stop staring at his shorts." I whispered to Alicia while leaning across the tight aisle between the two of us. She simply giggled and lightly swatted me away. She's such a trip, god I love her. Our Human Bio professor, Ms. Cook, finished handing out the individualized assignment sheets, which listed team topics and partners. Looking at the top of the sheet make my heart seriously Riverdance. Ricky Carlson and Corey Waters: Hormones. OH MY GOD!
"Does anybody have any problems with the assigned topics? If there are, then we can discuss any changes with topics, but nobody will be allowed to change partners." Are you fucking nuts lady? I just got the best partner and the best freaking topic to chose from. Alicia looked crestfallen, I'm going to take a wild swing and say she didn't get partnered with Brooks. Oh well, doesn't really matter, I'm ecstatic about mine.
I looked over at Corey and the status quo hadn't changed about him: head down, writing feverously in minute cursive, and not saying a word. God he's fucking cute, I can't wait to get into his pants.
See, I'm the kind of guy who has that nice boy image on the outside, but inside I'm a fucking nasty whore. Not really to put a bad spin on my character, I'm just fucking horny all the time, and there's not too many guys who'll let me fuck them in this school, god damn conservatives.
"Now class," Ms. Cook began again, "Make sure you read over the entire assignment and make sure that you get each and every part in for full credit. You have the entire rest of the week and weekend to work on this, and presentations on Monday. Enjoy the rest of your day. You better believe that I'm going to enjoy the rest of my day, one more period, and it's gym class!
Alicia wasn't saying a word to me after the bell rang, I guess she was a little pissed over her partner, she'll get over it by the time she's through baking a cake in her last period Home Economics class. I walked slowly to gym class, letter Corey keep a good ten paces ahead of me so I could watch his cute little ass sway back and forth. I wonder what that looks without a denim cover. He's got to be wearing briefs under those jeans, and that's the only thing I'm going to accept from him. Corey always gets changed faster than anybody in the locker room and is out of there before I can sneak a peak, even though I'm right next to his locker, as well as his house. We're next door neighbors and I haven't even seen him in his skivvies; he always keeps his blinds shut at home.
I nearly ran to catch up to him on the way to the locker room and ended up getting there just after him, but obviously before any of the other guys. Last period of the day the guys are usually hitting up the drug dealers at school to score a bag of pot or will amble in at the last second, which gives me plenty of private time. I walked in on Corey as he was pulling his black nylon shorts just in time to see him pull them over a tight, white-brief clad ass. Score! He slammed his locker shut and turned to head towards the door, but ran right into me, knocking the both of us to the ground.
"Sorry about that." Corey said quickly as we picked ourselves off the cold tile floor.
"It's alright man, hey, aren't we partners for the Human Bio project?" I asked, playing dumb. Corey simply shook his head and went to leave, but I stopped him by grabbing his shoulder. "Well hold on a second, don't take off so quickly, I wanna ask you something. Do you want to come over to my place after school to work on the project? I'm sure you want to get it done as quick as possible."
"Actually I need to study up a bit and pull things to make references from. I've got a library at home."
"Well I'll join you, you'll need a hand."
"Umm..." I nearly shot a load in my pants as Corey bit his lip, thinking about the proposed scenario.
"Seriously Corey, we're partners, I don't want Ms. Cook to give me crap about how you did all the work and take off points."
"Alright, come on over around four. Do you need directions?"
"Corey, we live next to each other. We ride the same bus."
"Oh, didn't really notice."
"That's because you always have your head buried into The Two Towers' silly," I was seriously coming onto him like a whore in heat, "Right after school we'll get to work on the hormone project."
"Alright then." He said with that sexy and discreet lisp of his before adjusting his glasses and heading out for gym class. I quickly ripped off my clothes and changed before the rest of the guys filed into the locker room.
Quick little note, is it just me, or would you think I'm hotter than hell if I told you I was a thin, lanky, hairless guy with blond hair dressed in a pair of black nylon basketball shorts, white K-Swiss shoes (with no socks), and a gray t-shirt that hugged my every contour. I'd think so. Looking at myself in the hallway mirror I think I look like a rent boy for Christ's sake. Better stop, am getting way to fucking hard.
Gym class was nothing special, just doing a mile run for some stupid fitness test. I did it in seven and a half minutes, only because I wasn't even trying. I kept my eyes glued on Corey, who finished in six minutes and ten seconds. Anyone keeping records at home, that's fucking incredible, especially for somebody who isn't on a sports team at school where they drill you constantly and run your ass out. I personally know from playing soccer all my life.
I met up with Corey in the locker room after gym class as he was peeling off his sweat-soaked t-shirt, depositing it into a plastic bag. My eyes were glued to his beautiful form, I couldn't take my eyes away even though I was getting dangerously hard again, and it was showing. I quickly sat down on the bench as Corey turned to face me, he was showing a little less bashfulness than before. I guess talking to somebody allows them to open up a little.
"Aren't you going to change?" Corey said, breaking my reverie. I shook myself and nodded, before turning to face my locker and strip my clothes off, taking a little more time than normal, trying to see if he was watching. Holy shit, the little geek was trying not to look like he was, but it's so obvious. After I had taken my shirt off his head whipped around so he was looking in the opposite direction, this is going to be fun. I don't know what it is about me, but I can find a queer anywhere, I must possess one of those intense gaydars that just came out on the market. Most people would look at him and think, "He's never going to get a chick to blow him unless he becomes one of those computer millionaires." Not true, it's going to happen by the end of this week, so help me.
I walked with Corey to the busses, not even noticing Alicia nor James along the way. Back in the locker room I applied a liberally amount of A&F cologne as I know damn well how much it turns others on, I know it does for me. I took a seat next to Corey on the bus, and everybody looked at me like I had just injected the plague into my own bloodstream.
"Um Ricky, I don't want to be rude, but do you think you could use a little less cologne next time?" See, told you I put on a lot, but looking down at Corey's crotch, I knew he wasn't actually complaining.
"No problem man." I replied, though what I really wanted to say was, "Shut up, I can tell how much you like it." All the while I grabbed his dick through his pants and start jerking him off right there on the bus. Corey, still clutching his books to his person, sat almost ridged on the whole trip home and didn't say a word. Halfway on the way there I couldn't stand it any longer. "So are you going to say anything other than criticizing my smell?" Corey simply giggled and shook his head, god I want him now.
Part Four: In the Kitchen
Both of our houses were of decent size, and when I say `decent size' I mean they put the White House to shame. Well, maybe that's too dramatic, but they're big houses, as everybody's parents are rich in this neighborhood. My guess about his is that they are medical scientists or some shit like that. We got dropped off in front of Corey's house and made the long, half a mile trek up his driveway to his house. A normal person would have been blown away when they walked into Corey's house, but as I said, mine was pretty much the same, though with a little more Deco furniture around, and definitely not that ugly ass oriental carpet hanging like a tapestry. Corey and I made our way into the kitchen, where he read aloud a note left on the refrigerator after passing me an ice cold can of Coke.
"Corey," he started, "Your father and I are working late tonight. Afterwards we will be attending the PragCo banquet downtown and are spending the night at the Hilton. Our room extension is x928 if you need to get a hold of us. We've left money on the counter if you were going to order out. Love Mom (and Dad)."
No parents for the whole day and night, god this is such great luck, the kind of luck that's embedded in the plot of a porno. Hell I'm not complaining.
"So," I began, "do you want to get started?"
"Ah why bother, it'll take us ten minutes tops to get the research finished and another five to make up a presentation." This was odd, or at least I thought so. I mean I figured Corey would want to get as much research done on this as humanly or non-humanly possible.
"So what should we do instead?" I asked while Corey slowly made his way over to me. He didn't respond verbally, but rather by taking the can of Coke out of my hand, pressing his body against mine, and kissing me hard on the lips. As much as I wanted this, I was so fucking stunned by his forwardness that my body froze to the spot. Corey backed away and looked into my eyes,
"Ricky, I thought this is what you wanted? I mean, you couldn't have been more frank about it."
"Well, umm, yeah, but."
"I don't seem like that guy of person."
"Well not just that, I thought, well hoped rather, that you were gay, but I didn't expect you to be..."
"...so into it? Let me tell you something Ricky. The reason why I'm such a quiet person is that I don't really want people talking to me with the same redundant, absurd, high school retardedness that everybody in this world seems to have. I'm as fucking horny as the next guy, and the thought of me trying to fuck one of the people in our school just makes me stomach turn."
"So why'd you pick me?"
"Well actually, Ricky, you picked me. The difference is, is that I'd actually let you fuck me, because beyond that pseudo-queer image you have, you're actually an intelligent person, and only someone who's smart as well as fucking hot as hell is going to get at this ass." He punctuated his last thought my taking my hand and placing it firmly on the ass he was referring to, and giving my hand (and his ass simultaneously) a hard squeeze.
"You know you play the `quiet nerd' bit perfectly. Fucking drove me wild."
"If you thought that was something, you haven't experienced the effect of being `driven wild'. Now quit gawking at me and kiss me." I didn't need any more promptly. We both leaned in and started passionately kissing one another, not taking long to begin a fierce tongue-wrestling match, and both of my hands now occupied grand real estate of Corey's ass, while his roamed underneath my shirt, running all over my sticky back (after all we'd just got out of gym class an hour ago and hadn't showered yet). Corey's mouth attached itself to mine like a newborn baby's to its mother's nipple and held on for all it's worth.
"So should we," I said in between kisses, "Go upstairs?"
"Why?" Corey replied before moving his mouth to my neck where it was certain to start making all sorts of hickeys. I ran my hand through his soft hair and used the other to balance myself against the counter all the while the intensity of Corey's kissing kept escalating. By this point my dick was so fucking hard that it was straining against the front of my jeans, almost trying to break through the denim itself.
"C'mon Ricky, take me right here." Corey managed to say in between rough kisses on my neck. With a surge of energy I grabbed him underneath his pits and lifted him right onto the large granite island in the middle of the kitchen, and hopped up on top of it with him, pinning him down on his back. Corey and I continued to kiss with fierce passion all the while we humped our crotches into one another. After straddling Corey, I took my shirt off, and while doing so, felt him sit up and start kissing and licking all over my chest and stomach, while his hands played inside of the back of my jeans, kneading my boxer-clad ass. I leaned back, placing my hands on the cool granite topped island to support myself as Corey unsnapped the top button of my jeans and ripped the fly wide open. Without pretense he fished my aching dick out through the fly of my boxers and took all of it in without stopping!
"Corey! Jesus, you're going to choke!" I exclaimed mostly because I didn't want him to vomit all over my dick and balls.
"Relax, I've read up on this, I know what I'm doing." With that he went back down on me, deepthroating my six and a half piece once more. I grabbed both sides of Corey's head and started fucking his mouth with as much force as he was sucking on my dick.
Though it seemed like ages, I glanced over at the time and could not believe he had been going non stop on my dick for only ten minutes, bobbing his head like a piston, licking up and down my rod like a child on a lollipop, his one hand cupping my balls gently, all the while the other rubbed all over my chest, alternately pinching both of my nipples. My entire body was enveloped in a sexual heat I hadn't felt in such a long time.
"Corey baby, I'm gonna cum!" I cried out to him and to my dismay he immediately stopped sucking me.
"No don't, not yet, hold on." He then scooted out from underneath me, leaving me kneeling on the granite island with my hard cock dripping pre-cum all over the countertop. I glanced over and watched him as he took off his clothes, revealing the adorable, hairless, smooth body that I dreamed off, and a thin, five-inch cock with no pubic hair at all!
"Did you shave your pubes dude?" I asked, sexually bewildered.
"Yeah, makes me look more irresistible, don't you think? Now lie down on your back." I nodded and did so, all the while he grabbed a bottle of olive oil out of one of the many cabinets. He came over to me and moved my legs so they dangled off of the side, and my cock pointed straight up towards the ceiling. Corey opened the bottle of olive oil and poured it so that it covered my throbbing cock generously. He poured some in his hands and rubbed it into his skin, before reaching around and fingering his hole. "This stuff works so god damn well." Corey said while getting up on the counter with me and positioning his ass over my cock. I could feel droplets of oil coming from his ass and hitting my cock as he lowered himself slowly onto my cock.
His ass went down at a slow, and sexually teasing rate. I began moaning louder and louder with each inch, but the noise was cut short when he planted his lips again upon mine. His legs wrapped around my torso once my cock was firmly planted in it's entirety and Corey then began fucking himself upon my cock, lifting and slamming down his body all on his own. I tried bucking my hips, but Corey shoved me down hard to the countertop and continued riding me like a god damn rodeo cowboy. He took my hands and placed them upon his hips, before putting his own upon the counter at either side of my head. I gripped his hips while staring into Corey's eyes and had an epiphany; he had lured me into this!
"Corey! You filthy little tramp, you had all of this planned out!" Corey didn't cease fucking himself on me, and I wasn't about to let him.
"Yeah, like you're really complaining, now come on Ricky, fuck me harder!"
"I can't like this, hold on." I grabbed his whole body and held him close as I got off the island, turned around, putting him down on the counter (which was at waist level) and placed both of his legs on my shoulders and resumed slamming into his ass with increased force.
"Oh!!! Fuck me Ricky! Come on, fuck my tight ass, fuck me like you mean it!" The little geek slut had quite a mouth on him, all the better if you ask me. As I fucked him senseless, I grabbed his prick and started jerking him off. Corey responded by grabbing the sides of the island with his hands and screaming in ecstasy.
I didn't take long before he started shooting his seed all over my chest and up onto my face. I caught a couple drops in my mouth, which was fuel enough for me to fuck hard and deep into his ass, slamming my balls harder and harder against his cheeks. Corey kept crying my name all the while my balls again drew up against my body and I shot load after load of cum deep into his ass. I pulled out and let the remaining blasts shoot all over his stomach, and Corey wasted no time in scooping some of it up and eating it with a smile across his face.
"Mmm, Ricky seeds, very high in protein and calories. I haven't had anything to eat all day, I'm going to need some more." I couldn't respond at the moment, for all the energy I had went into catching my breath. I simply chuckled and nodded my head. Corey, knowing full well what I was feeling, sat up and brought me in for another kiss, unlike the others which were intense and full of sexual desire, this was soft and meaningful, almost lovingly. Our arms encompassed each other's bodies as we exchanged silent vows of mutual love. When we finally broke away from one another, we were still extremely close, and I could feel his hot breath brush across my face.
"Corey, I don't think we need to do any hormone research for the project, I think we should just make a tape of us fucking each other's brains out." He simply laughed and shook his head.
"I think that would get us kicked out of school. The project's already done, I specifically asked Ms. Cook for that topic so I could get a head start. We've got the rest of the day to do whatever we want to."
"Got any ideas?"
"Well, I wouldn't mind making that tape you suggested." Now it was my turn to laugh.
"First a shower though."
"Nah, we'll make one of us in the shower."
"You're on."
I found out a lot of things that day, most of which were very surprising, others not so. I knew that Corey had to have been gay, but was surprised to find out how much he was into the sex. I had unearthed a god damn gorgeous boy in eternal heat, and he was all mine.
So when you're sitting in Chemistry or Physics class, completely bored off of your ass, I hope you can replay this little story of mine in your head, especially when you can't keep your eyes off of the geek next to you.
Questions, comments, thoughts, and all forms of feedback appreciated... with the exception of the kind noted above. Hope you enjoyed.
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